Their Virgin Concubine(42)
The judge squeezed her hand. “So be it. Take your concubine. Bind her to you. Make her long to be your wife. I will be back in thirty days for her answer. The best of luck to you all.”
He let Piper’s hand go and nodded, turning and walking out.
“Uhm, did I offend him?” Piper asked.
The Prime Minister laughed, the sound booming. “Absolutely not, dear. He welcomed you to Bezakistan. He was honored to meet you. I wish you all the best. Your Highness, please let me know if I can help you in any way.”
He left and they were alone with their brand new concubine. Their almost wife.
According to all the laws of their country, she was theirs. Theirs to care for. Theirs to protect.
Theirs to fuck.
The banquet went on behind him, but Tal was only thinking of one thing. His cock pulsed in his slacks.
“They were so nice,” Piper said, turning to Kade. “I’m hungry. Can we try the tabouli?”
They walked in, talking about the dinner yet to come.
It was going to be a long few hours before they could sequester her alone with them for the night.
Chapter Eight
Piper seriously thought about running. She could just shuck the Givenchy shoes Rafe had insisted on and run like hell.
But where would she run to? Her crappy apartment? Her lonely life?
She stood in the doorway of Talib’s master suite and everything in her felt electric. Her heart pounded. Her breath shuddered. Her female parts throbbed. This was it.
“Piper, please come in.” Tal stood in the hallway, his smile warm, his hand gesturing her inside.
She forced her feet to move. The wine she’d indulged in was a pleasant warmth in her belly. Twenty-five years and she hadn’t managed what would happen next. Twenty-five lonely years without male flesh pressed against hers. The night she’d spent with Rafe and Kade had been one of the best of her life. She could still feel the way her whole body had tightened, the blood pounding through her system, reminding her she was alive.
She wanted more.
A hand pressed against her back. “Habibti, you’re here.”
Kade’s smooth tones soothed her, reminding her she wouldn’t be alone with Talib, who both intrigued and scared her. Not because she was worried he would hurt her, but he was so charismatic, she worried about her heart. Kade was different. Kade had spent days and days convincing her that he wanted her. Of course it wasn’t long term, but Kade’s desire was real and she’d grown comfortable in his presence. Same with Rafe.
She wasn’t so sure about Tal. She knew he liked her. She knew he and his brothers shared. What if he was only willing to make love to her because Rafe and Kade wanted her? Tonight should be simple, but her pride kept complicating matters.
She felt another hand on her waist. Rafe. “Piper, beloved, please come with us.”
How could she possibly deny them? They were so sweet. Rafe had spent days teaching her how to fit in. Kade had made her laugh even when she’d been so stressed she’d thought she would break. And Talib had been her friend for months, trading barbs online about their research and making her feel like she had something special to contribute. Even this week, he’d deferred to her on economic matters. It would have been so easy for him to take control of the meetings, but he’d allowed her the power.
She wasn’t sure he would give her any power tonight. She’d lost her power the moment she’d said yes. Now she would belong to them for the night.
Two hands cradled hers. Rafe and Kade. They gave her such strength.
“Did you enjoy the banquet?” Rafe breathed the words against her ear.
She’d loved every minute of it. It had been worlds away from anything she’d ever experienced. She’d eaten new food, talked to interesting people. It had been a wild magic carpet ride, and she’d loved every surprising turn. “Yes, I did.”
“I didn’t,” Kade said. “I spent the whole time wondering when the hell the damn thing would be over.”
Talib chuckled. “You should know Kadir is the most impatient of us all. He will make you crazy.”
She could enjoy Kade’s kind of crazy. Especially since she had Rafe’s perfect patience. “I can handle him.”
She could handle both Kade and Rafe. Her smile fell. Talib was another story.
“You certainly can.” There was a rumble to Kade’s voice that made her skin sing. His hand came up and turned her chin toward him, his face glancing down. “You handle me quite well, habibti.”
His lips smoothed over hers. Heat infused her, making her heart rattle and surge. This was what she’d been waiting for. Connection. That was what she felt when they touched her. She’d never known just how alone she was before Rafe and Kade had pulled her into their world. The sense of belonging was so much stronger when they both had hands on her.